Milly smiled, a sly glint in her expression.
Filusha had a bad feeling. Back in the dungeon, she and Milly had tangled countless times—she was already well aware of Milly’s little facial tics.
This face meant she was scheming!
Filusha kept her composure, lifting her wine glass. A faint rose fragrance drifted from the cup. Others might not notice, but this was a charm potion—one developed by Filusha herself.
You little brat, you dare try to drug your big sister?
Well, you’ve kicked a steel plate this time. Your sister is an apothecary.
She even has resistance, thanks to constant self-experimentation.
Drinking it wouldn’t be a big deal. But she had no intention of letting Milly get away with this. Since you’ve drugged your sister, don’t blame her for retaliating!
Filusha swirled the wine glass, then took a gentle sip.
Seeing Filusha drink, Milly was overjoyed: Gotcha, you fell for it after all! Let’s see how I deal with you now!
However, Filusha held the wine in her mouth.
Suddenly, she stepped forward, pressing her lips to Milly’s.
Milly’s shoulders trembled, her cheeks flushing pink.
She could only feel the sweet potion pouring down her own throat.
Milly’s eyes widened. She tried to push Filusha away. But Filusha gripped her neck. Milly tensed up, forced to open her mouth.
“Mm, mm-mm!——”
The sweet liquid slid down her throat into her stomach. Milly’s eyes brimmed with tears, but her body went limp, as if she’d already been tamed by Filusha.
Only after Milly swallowed all the potion did Filusha finally let go, satisfied.
Milly stumbled back two steps, clutching her chest and coughing.
“What—what are you doing?!”
“Milly, you’re quite the naughty one, aren’t you?” Filusha wagged her finger. “Were you trying to drug your big sister? That won’t do. I should be the one conquering you!”
“Ugh, you!——”
Before Milly could argue, Filusha caught her wrist.
She pulled Milly into her embrace, nuzzling her neck.
Milly wanted to resist, but the charm potion’s effects hit her like crashing waves. With Filusha’s wandering hands, Milly was soon drowned in bliss.
“Why are you so skilled at this!……”
Milly’s eyes welled with tears as she recalled their days in the dungeon.
Her mind was a jumble. All she knew was Filusha cupping her face, kissing her again. This kiss was gentle, making Milly’s heart race uncontrollably.
Filusha, without a word, pushed Milly onto the bed.
Milly’s face flushed bright red, her breathing hurried. Tiny beads of sweat appeared along her neck. Instinctively, she wanted to struggle, but she couldn’t help surrendering in Filusha’s arms.
“Milly, you really are too tempting.”
“Go away, don’t look at me!……”
She claimed to dislike Filusha, but seeing that semi-transparent lace nightgown, and the dashing Filusha, Milly’s heart pounded like a fawn.
“Still playing tough?” Filusha teased. “Look at yourself, so shameless. Admit it, you want to be held by me, don’t you?”
“I-I do not… It’s all your fault for making me drink the potion!……”
“Listen to you. I was only acting in self-defense, wasn’t I?”
She had planned to take things slow, but Milly tried to drug her.
With such a rare charm potion right in front of her, not fighting back would be embarrassing.
Filusha wrapped Milly in her arms, admiring her catgirl costume. Milly instinctively covered her chest, but Filusha brushed her hands away again.
This time, Milly didn’t resist.
Her body was all too honest, arching her chest expectantly, looking forward to the shameful things to come.
“You can’t take it anymore, can you? Even your breathing is heavy,” Filusha said playfully. “Just be honest—relief will come soon.”
“N-no, I’m not!……”
“You’re a stubborn one. Maybe I should tease you a little.”
Filusha lifted Milly’s face and kissed her without warning.
Usually, Milly wouldn’t get too worked up; even when forcibly kissed, she wouldn’t submit. But under the charm potion’s effects, just a shallow kiss made her surrender.
Milly gazed at Filusha, eyes brimming with longing.
“Filusha… please, love me!～～”
“Heh, finally gave in?”
Filusha pressed Milly down onto the bed, her gaze soft as water.
“If you’d been this honest from the start, you wouldn’t have suffered so much, would you?”
Milly tilted her head. Her mind was filled with embarrassing thoughts—she couldn’t even register Filusha’s teasing. Besides, Milly had no power to resist Filusha.
Even without the charm potion, as long as she was in Filusha’s arms, Milly would be docile. Now, with the potion, she let go completely.
It was as if a switch had been flipped—she knew only pleasure and passion.
Seeing the obedient Milly, Filusha couldn’t help but smile.
But she knew as well—Milly was like a wild kitten. She was so compliant now only because of the potion. Once it wore off, she’d be angry and flustered.
Was there a way to keep Milly docile?
After a moment’s thought, Filusha had an idea.
She kissed Milly lightly but didn’t go further. Milly’s eyes filled with tears as she anxiously grabbed Filusha’s hand, looking at her with grievance.
“Filusha, hurry up, please!～～”
Milly opened her arms, desperation shining in her eyes.
“You really are a greedy little kitten!” Filusha pinched her nose. “But before I spoil you, can I take a few photos?”
“Photos?……”
“Mm-hmm.” Filusha took out a memory stone. “Come on, lift up your clothes.”
Taking racy photos was the simplest and most direct method.
In the dungeon, Filusha had taken plenty of yuri videos, but those were from her witch days—she couldn’t use them as bargaining chips now.
Now, she was about to use her old trick again.
Milly blushed deeply, shaking her head frantically.
Even under the charm potion’s influence, deep down she knew this was just too embarrassing.
“If you’re not good, big sister won’t play with you anymore?”
“N-no, don’t!～～”
Milly clenched her tiny fists, protesting shyly. She was a mess already, and stopping now would be even more torturous.
“Then hurry up—big sister’s patience is running out.”
“Ugh… fine…”
Milly did as she was told. She felt utterly ashamed! But she wanted to please Filusha—she wanted Filusha’s affection.
Filusha was a little dazed as she gazed at the alluring figure before her. The flash went off repeatedly, Milly’s delicate poses forever captured in the memory stone.
“Milly, change your pose,”
Filusha helped Milly adjust her posture, deliberately brushing over embarrassing spots. Milly blushed even redder, but didn’t resist—instead, she even leaned in closer.
“All fours, stick your little butt up a bit.”
“Like… like this?……”
Milly got on the bed, purposefully arching her back. Being handled at Filusha’s whim gave her a sense of belonging, as if she had always been Filusha’s property.
“Mm-hmm, perfect. Look at the camera!～～”
Click, click!
The light flashed, recording her in the most shameful poses.
“Next, duck-sit, hug the pillow and pout at the camera,” Filusha snapped away, swallowing hard. “Wow, what a sexy little kitty!”
“Sister, don’t tease me like this!”
In the dungeon, there had been plenty of risqué photos too, but those were fully naked, and Milly’s eyes had been covered—none showed her cute expressions.
Now, it was different—not only was she in her catgirl costume, but she was also utterly seductive.
Uh-oh, getting a bit too excited now?
“Filusha, are you done yet?” Milly pouted sweetly. “If you’re done, hurry up, I can’t wait any longer!～～”
“You greedy kitten, don’t worry—big sister’s coming.”
With her interest thoroughly aroused, Filusha couldn’t hold back anymore. She cupped Milly’s face and kissed her again.
This kiss lasted even longer, and was even gentler.
Faced with such a wolfish assault, Milly was swept away by the tides of happiness. This time, she truly surrendered, closing her eyes and losing herself in Filusha’s embrace.